"Many thanks, big brother!"
Upon hearing this, Huo Qing was overjoyed—according to the customs of the native people of the Floating Dust Plains, his tongue, having been captured for questioning, should have been grateful not to be silenced afterwards.
His shoulder injury wasn't too severe and wouldn't trouble a Cultivator for more than a few days before it healed enough to not affect his movements.
But now, the injury made it difficult for him to move, and without anyone's help, he really wouldn't be able to make it back to town before morning.
If he encountered any of those 'jackal and dog rogue Cultivators' who picked over corpses or the small teams from other factions that collected bodies on the way, they would definitely not hesitate to turn him into a real corpse!
Once they were ready, they set out.
With Huo Qing's description, An Jing also gained a general understanding of Danlin Town.
